+rememberthedeath has come to call
A knock on her door broke her from her thoughts. Her eyes flashed red as she turned her gaze and got up from her place on the couch, straightening her long black skirt. "Who in their right mind would be out on a night like this?" Another knock echoed in the room and she made her way to the door, her black ballet flats making barely a sound on the tiled foyer floor.
She peeked through the peephole and saw a figure standing just off to the side of the door, shivering from the cold and rain. She grabbed a heavy wool wrap from the coat-rack nearby and opened the oak doors. She tossed the wrap over the figure and ushered them inside, her eyes scanning the rainy yard, inwardly praying to see her Sire. When no icy blue eyes met hers in the dark, she headed inside and closed the doors, locking them.
"Are you alright?" She motioned towards the living room. "Have a seat by the fire. I'll fetch some towels." Without waiting for a reply from her unexpected guest, she hurried off to grab a number of fluffy, ruby-red towels from the hall closet, as well as a black fur throw from the guest room.